Works

Behold! a new white world!
The falling snow
Has cloaked the last old year
And bid him go.

To-morrow! cries the oak-tree
To his heart,
My seal'd buds shall fling
Their leaves apart.
...

What will you give me, if I will wed?
'A golden gown
To come sweetly down,
And deck you from foot to head.'

How will you keep me, if I am cold?
'By a heart so warm,
The bravest storm...

How can I laugh or dance as others do,
Or ply my rock or reel?
My heart will still return to dreams of you
Beside my spinning-wheel.

My little dog he cried out in the dark,...

The green has come to the leafless tree,
The earth brings forth its grain;
The flower has come for the honey bee:
You will not come again.

The birds have come to the empty nest,...